A. is my thirty-third cousin thrice removed (well, not really... but sort of) and I fear I'm responsible for introducing her to flickr. Cackle cackle. She's a warm-hearted enthusiast writ large ... and the main thrust of that enthusiasm? Well ahem the mammal whose name begins with C and ends with T and who is norma… Read more

A. is my thirty-third cousin thrice removed (well, not really... but sort of) and I fear I'm responsible for introducing her to flickr. Cackle cackle. She's a warm-hearted enthusiast writ large ... and the main thrust of that enthusiasm? Well ahem the mammal whose name begins with C and ends with T and who is normally to be found sitting upon a mat. Her beautiful animals (she'll take exception to that 'animal' - to her they're so much more) are the supermodels of the Scottish feline scene, caught in every pose and expression. She's done fancy, gorgeous monochrome shots done on film since they were mere kits and now she's been unleashed with a digital camera too... no holding her back. The more private cats are lodging privacy orders as we speak... There's as yet little evidence of her other passion (apart from G of course). A game played on the hallowed turf of Murrayfield by men with enormous thighs.... See the daredevil stunt of abseiling off the stadium - I tell you, the woman is fearless! LOL Welcome to flickrland, A. - and get yourself an icon will ya - that little box isn't doing you any favours! ;)